Chapter 21: The Feeling of First Contact
The source of the voice was the Spirit Book, which had suddenly fluttered to life beside Pita.
"I had a good sleep; I’m feeling refreshed. This aroma of roasted pheasant, ah, it needs a little more salt. If there’s any pepper, sprinkle some on. Tsk, tsk, it smells absolutely divine."
Igor and Pita’s eyes bulged in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Liko, on the other hand, kept his cool and sprinkled a little salt on the pheasant. "I told you, once you get a good meal in you, anything can be solved."
"Can you wake up without Spirit Power being channeled into you, Old Man?" Igor asked excitedly, taking two quick steps to reach Pita’s side.
"This is illogical, illogical." Pita shook his head, appearing deeply disturbed.
"I am, after all, the most accomplished wizard on the Yowein Continent... Er, no. What I mean is, Lord Soron—I am, after all, Lord Soron’s masterpiece. Automatically absorbing Spirit Power is a piece of cake for me."
"Impossible! You are not a living entity; how can you absorb the Spirit Power of nature?" Pita exclaimed.
"You pedantic bookworm, can you stop overreacting? Look at this perfectly good pheasant; now there’s too much salt..." Liko complained, looking at Pita with annoyance.
"As I said, I am the most accomplished wizard of the Yowein Continent. Don’t compare me with those deceiving fools. In the field of Spirit Connection, they are mere amateurs. Relying on others to channel Spirit Power into them is simply too primitive. I am, after all, the most accomplished... MMPH... MMPH..." The little book was about to chatter more when Igor rudely closed it again.
"Save your energy, Old Man. You don’t want to fall asleep again at a critical moment," Igor said kindly, trying to reassure it.
"MMPH... MMMHMM... HMM..."
"Incredible, incredible..." Pita still hadn’t regained his usual composure; it seemed this small incident had dealt him quite a heavy blow.